Spen. I humbly thank your ladyship.
Lady. Come, lead the way; I long till I am there. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Enter [216] Edward, the Queen, Lancaster, Young Mortimer, Warwick, Pembroke, Kent, and Attendants.
Edw. The wind is good, I wonder why he stays; I fear me he is wrecked upon the sea.
Queen. Look, Lancaster, how passionate he is, And still his mind runs on his minion!
Lan. My lord.
Edw. How now! what news? is Gaveston arrived?
Y. Mor. Nothing but Gaveston! what means your grace? You have matters of more weight to think upon; The King of France sets foot in Normandy.
Edw. A trifle! we'll expel him when we please.10 But tell me, Mortimer, what's thy device Against the stately triumph we decreed?